“My sister, Miss Kenton, Mr. Pogis,” Boyne solemnly intervened. “And Miss Lottie Kenton.”
The pretty boy bowed to each in turn, but he made no pretence of being there to talk with Ellen. “Have you been ill, too?” he actively addressed himself to Lottie.
“No, just mad,” she said. “I wasn’t very sick, and that made it all the worse being down in a poky state-room when I wanted to walk.”
“And I suppose you’ve been making up for lost time this morning?”
“Not half,” said Lottie.
“Oh, do finish the half with me!”
Lottie instantly rose, and flung her sister the wrap she had been holding ready to shed from the moment the young man had come up. “Keep that for me, Nell. Are you good at catching?” she asked him.
“Catching?”
“Yes! People,” she explained, and at a sudden twist of the ship she made a clutch at his shoulder.
“Oh! I think I can catch you.”